Scattered upon the earth 
where smoke fills the air 
misty [bad word] and go 
but can't break the silence 
in confinement under the violet sky 

nothing is left but to wait 
the end of things doesn't seem to exist 

myriad of words speak to my ears 
The path is endless for the loner 
to reach the land where you hear 
mountains breathe 

Scattered upon the earth 
where tragedies fill the air 
misty [bad word] and go 
like your haunting strain 
in confinement under the violet sky